Inspired by Nature

Trying to stay sane in a world that's getting crazier by the day...... Abandon and drift with the wind like the dandelion........ Watch the sky and be above the clouds with the birds.... Dream and meditate like the cat.....

Corvid Dreams

Talking to someone about crows and how fascinating and intelligent they are, got me thinking about them and it stirred up the memory of a strange dream I had some time ago, but one of those that is so powerful it stays with you always, never forgotten. Every time I think of it, it’s there,...

A beautiful wanderer.....

He’s Back -Ginge Take Two

Something’s gone wrong, something’s changed. My heart breaks. He’s back. I’m so, so sad for him, I’m gutted to find him once again in the same situation, it’s not fair. Since June last year, all through the summer he was a regular visitor, part of our tribe. He turned up suddenly, simply appeared one day,...

Ghosts

He’s there. Glimpses, then gone, but I see you. Sneaking through the shadows, dodging the open spaces, peering from hidey holes, running for cover. I see you. I feel you. Survivor, street scuttler, night walker, hidden crier, bony wanderer. All weathers, alone, you wander the streets, round and round but will not trust. Your gaunt...

Last Days of Autumn

I had these done a while ago, but as ever life got in the way. It was the most beautiful autumnal morning and I just wanted to capture it, the moment, the presence. There were more but I struggled to get this as well as it is, still getting used to the new editor and...

Animal Consciousness

I have loved animals all my life and always known they had consciousness, I never doubted it. Most people have probably seen this by now, but I have just watched it again and it never fails to move me, overwhelm me; it is so profound, so moving, so powerful, if you’ve not seen it, watch...

You’re Not Alone

This is ginge, just one of the many solitary wanderers, who survive alone, out there somewhere, much of the time invisibly. They all have stories we’ll never know, you only have to look at their faces, look into their eyes, to see they have carried a lot. This poor boy turned up in the garden...

The Power Of Words

I love poetry and don’t read it enough and while browsing some second hand books today I came across a book with the simple title ‘Cat Poems’, loving both I naturally picked it up, but expecting it would most likely be many of the same poems I have already, in other collections, many times over;...

After The Rain

After the rain, light; after the rain, peace, the land takes a breath, drinks, breathes. After the rain the blades of grass show off their jewels, rich green adorned by perfect drops, tiny pools of water shine, their Round sparkle globes glint a whole row down the stalk, precious gathered perfect circles of light energy...